newspaper tumbles
betwixt the trees breaking from
the cracked paving slabs
coming to rest on
black painted railings, a sail
fluttering helpless
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the damp chill dissolved
by the sun rising, singing
then again the rain
London on an Autumn morning. Two poems, one a two Haiku composition and another standalone. Sometimes I think that I’ve written something similar on a previous day this year. The second especially seems to remind me of something I’ve previously written, but at least there’s another original offering for today.
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